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It is a painting scroll.

Huo Jinfeng took the initiative to help his grandfather unfold the scroll. On the one-meter-high scroll was a picture of mountains and rivers. A corner of a temple loomed among the layers of emerald forests. On the winding stone road in the valley, a young monk carried water with him. The bamboo hat was about to carry water back to the temple.

Mr. Huo's gaze also became a little fascinated, as if he was the little monk in the painting who carried water up the mountain to return to the temple:
"Wonderful, wonderful..."

"This...is "Wuyin Temple" by Master Wang Hongji?" Su Muyun was a little excited:
"Mr. Huo, this painting is as famous as "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". Congratulations, Mr. Huo. Another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

Huo Jinfeng couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at Gu Qingyi, with shock in his eyes, he was already calculating how much his friend paid for this painting.

It is as famous as "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

Big money.

Gu Qing felt that Su Muyun had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained:
"Grandpa Huo, don't get me wrong. This painting is not owned by Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang's "Wuyin Temple" has been collected by the museum. The TV station did a related research project the year before last. I don't know if Grandpa Huo has any impression of this painting. It's just a copy."

When Su Muyun heard Gu Qingyi's explanation, the excitement on his face instantly sank:
"It's not an authentic work, how can you give it to Mr. Huo?"

Huo Zhengning, whose eyes had been lingering on the scroll, suddenly said:

"If Miss Gu didn't say that this painting was a copy, I'm afraid no one would be able to tell if it's the real one."

Gu Qingyi raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and originally planned to explain immediately, but now she wanted to hear what the young master of the Huo family would say.

Mr. Huo was also surprised and said:
"Zhengning, what do you mean to say, this painting is enough to confuse the real one?"

Su Muyun was a little unhappy:

"No matter how similar the copy is, it's not the real one. The fake one can't be real, and the real one can't be fake."

Huo Zhengning took two steps closer to the picture scroll, looked at the picture scroll seriously with gentle eyes, and slowly introduced:

"As we all know, Master Wang's strokes are the most difficult to learn. The mountains and rocks painted by Master Wang are known for their sharpness and crispness, while the water flow in their paintings is as delicate as if they were changed by another person. This is also the most difficult thing for Master Wang to learn. Many fakes can be seen through at a glance.

But when this painting was first shown in front of me, I really thought that Ms. Gu and Mr. Zhan used their relationship to buy the authentic work of Master Wang from the museum.

Now that I heard Ms. Gu say that this painting is really a copy, I just thought of someone. Maybe this painting should be made by the late Ms. Song Hui, a master of traditional Chinese painting. Ms. Gu, I don’t know if I’m right. what? "

Gu Qingyi's clear eyes shone slightly. She knew that her mother was a master of traditional Chinese painting, but this was the first time she heard that someone could distinguish her mother's handwriting from the stroke of the brush. She was proud of her mother.

"That's right, this painting is indeed copied by my mother."

Su Muyun was quick to flatter before, but now he is very unhappy:
"Bringing my mother's painting as a gift is really beneficial and not expensive."

Gu Qingyi could understand why Su Muyun said that, after all, what he said just now that "Wuyin Temple" was a fake undoubtedly made Su Muyun a little embarrassed in front of Grandpa Huo.

She didn't expect that Su Muyun would know about "Wuyin Temple", and she didn't want to hide the fact that it was a copied painting, but Su Muyun's mouth was too fast, so she could only seriously explain:

"Grandpa Huo, my mother has always admired Mr. Wang, so every time a work by Mr. Wang comes out, my mother will try her best to copy one for her appreciation and collection.

Knowing that Grandpa Huo likes Mr. Wang's paintings, but Mr. Wang's paintings are hard to find, so I have to settle for the next best thing. I hope Grandpa Huo will not be angry. "

Huo Zhengning turned his gentle gaze away from the scroll, and said:
"Grandpa, although this painting is not the authentic work of Master Wang, Ms. Song Hui's painting is also hard to find. The artistic conception and exquisiteness of this painting are top choices. Ms. Gu can show her late mother The paintings in the collection show the sincerity of this gift.”

Gu Qingyi cast a grateful look at Huo Zhengning. The old man probably wouldn't like it if Huo Zhengning spoke for him.

Huo Jinfeng is not to be outdone:

"Grandpa, but you took the initiative to ask me to invite Xiao Qingqing to come to your house. Even if this painting is not authentic, it is still Xiao Qingqing's favorite. If you don't like it because it is not authentic, then give it back to Xiao Qingqing. You don't want it, Xiao Qingqing is still reluctant."

As he said that, he was about to roll up the scroll and hand it back to Gu Qingyi, but Mr. Huo's eyes widened anxiously:

"You brat, who said that grandpa doesn't like it anymore, grandpa likes it so much, grandpa is just hesitating that this is Qingyi girl's favorite thing, and it's just a little embarrassing to accept it like this.

Here, do you hear, brat, do you want me to slap your head? "Mr. Huo stretched out his hand, seeing that Huo Jinfeng didn't give it back, he raised his index finger and middle finger to knock Huo Jinfeng's chestnut.

Huo Jinfeng "reluctantly" gave the painting to the old man, and then the old man smiled happily, opened the scroll and admired it for a while, and then carefully put the scroll into the box of black rosewood:

"Zhengning, go and help grandpa put the painting on the easel."

Gu Qingyi saw the two completely different attitudes of Mr. Huo towards Huo Zhengning and Huo Jinfeng, and couldn't help laughing in her heart. However, Mr. Huo hated his friends so much because of their own reasons. She didn't feel that Huo Jinfeng was pitiful at all.

"Okay, Grandpa." After Huo Zhengning took the box from his grandfather, he paused when he was about to leave:
"Grandpa, this box is..."

Su Muyun answered casually:

"This box is just a wooden box for fakes. Could it be that Young Master Huo thought it was an antique?"

Huo Zhengning raised his eyes and glanced at Su Muyun, then raised the box in his hand a bit, the black rosewood box glowed warmly under the light.

Huo Zhengning took out the scrolls from the box again, handed them to his younger brother Huo Jinfeng, then opened the box completely, and looked at it carefully.

Seeing Huo Zhengning's serious and meticulous attitude, Gu Qingyi couldn't help but cast a curious glance at Zhan Shiyan beside him:
Husband, that box?
During the war, Yan didn't answer her, but gave her a reassuring look.

Huo Zhengning looked up and saw Gu Qingyi asking for help from Zhan Shiyan, and realized that Gu Qingyi might not know about the box, so he looked at Zhan Shiyan with a cold face:
"Mr. Zhan, if I'm not mistaken, this casket is an imperial item from the first year of Jiahe, right?"

Yupin is different from ordinary things. Just a word of Yu means that it is something used by the emperor.

It is an antique among antiques.

As soon as Huo Zhengning said this, Su Muyun had the biggest reaction:
"How is it possible? Young Master Huo, you really didn't miss it?"